The thick fog that settled on everything this morning should have been my first clue.
It was so dense, that I sat at the end of my street, for over 10 minutes, before I felt comfortable enough to pull out. You couldn't see intersections, or their lights, until you were right on top of them. It fit my mood to a "T". Gloomy, worried, and unsettled.
I had my blood drawn, joked with the staff, and made my way home.
By 9am it was over.
RE called, himself, again. "Can you talk?", he asked. That's when I knew. The news was not going to be good. My numbers came in today at 74. Yeah. Not good at all. In 4 days, they only rose 10 points.
Definitely not a viable pregnancy.
I'll go back for another draw on Friday. And a scan. We'll try to figure where this pregnancy is. Is it in my only remaining tube? Is it in the uterus, but just not developing right? So many questions, and no answers for any of them.
I feel broken. On many levels.